Zhao Xiu's expression was calm, and he smiled slightly: "To be honest, I'm just mediocre in poetry." I came to participate in the poetry meeting today, and it was Sister Cao's repeated sincere invitations that I came over with a cheeky face, but I dare not compare with all the talented women. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw that Miss Fang Si had a disdainful expression on her face, and changed her tone again: "But since you have come, whether it is good or bad, you have to try hard, otherwise how can you call it a poetry meeting?" I'll talk about the ugly things first, and I hope that you won't laugh at me for writing too bad poems for a while. ”

She depreciated herself so much, and everyone naturally had to be polite: "Where is it, my sister (sister) is too humble." Or: "Cousin Cao invited her sister to come, presumably her sister's poetry must be outstanding." Some people also said: "I don't dare to be a talented woman, it's just fun." "You have to be like her, humble, even if you don't think she's clever in your heart.

However, Fang Renzhu said lightly: "Since you can say this, it can be seen that you can also do it, why bother to depreciate yourself?" Looking back, you did a good job, but it seems that your words are too fake. ”

Zhao Xiu smiled, and Fang Huizhu next to him spoke again: "Actually, composing poems and lyrics in our boudoir is just fun." Even if there are a few of us sisters, there are some people who do well, some people who do it ordinarily, some people who get good works by chance, and some people who can overwhelm everyone every time, but because they don't like a certain topic, they can't write good poems. There is no first communication, and a gain or loss cannot say anything. My sister just relaxes her mind and makes poems, and everyone enjoys it together, and you don't have to care about the ranking. ”

Zhao Xiu smiled and thanked him for his blessings. But he didn't answer her.

Cao Luo watched Yatang talk to the Fang family sisters with some envy, she didn't hear the wit in other people's words, but was secretly depressed: Sister Zhao herself is also a talented person. Therefore, they have the confidence to talk to them, which shows that they do not look down on themselves not only because of their family. In Zhao's eldest sister's family, her ancestors were also military generals, and now she is also a noble, and like the Cao family, they are all those scholars who look down on them. But Sister Zhao is talented and confident, and the sisters of the Fang family respect her. changed herself, because she was not talented, her cousins looked down on her. Sure enough, this is all because she is not good enough. When. Can she straighten her waist like Sister Zhao and go to talk to the sisters of the Fang family?

Cao Luo still hurt herself there, but Fang Er and Fang Si couldn't see that Zhao Xiu could talk and laugh harmoniously with Fang Huizhu, so Fang Si urged Cao Luo loudly: "Cousin Cao, what are you still doing there?" You're out of the question. What rhyme is it limited to? Is it five words or seven words? Lyric or quatrain? ”

Cao Luo woke up. Hurriedly walked to the bookshelf, took down a book of poems, opened it and looked at it, and showed it to everyone, but the page was a poem of seven rules, and then went to get the rhyme card box.

At this time, the eldest girl of the Liu family stopped her: "The rhyme is limited to gender, there are clearly good poems, and there is a limit to rhyme." It restrained the hands and feet. ”

Cao Luo was busy looking at what Fang Huizhu and Fang Renzhu meant, and Fang Huizhu had no objection. Fang Renzhu also said lightly: "I don't like limited rhyme either." "It was settled.

Cao Luo ordered the girls to set up nine pens and papers, and carefully lit a stick of incense on the round table in the center of the room. Take burning incense as the time limit, the incense is finished, the time is closed, during this period, everyone must write the poem well, overtime does not wait, and when it is over, it is considered defeat.

The crowd hurriedly took action. The eldest girl of the Liu family was the first to grab the table and waved her pen. She has always been in a hurry, and when she spoke, she had already thought of four sentences, and she was afraid that Cao Luo's rhyme would not match what she thought, so she would speak out against it. Now that she has taken the lead in everything, she raised her eyes and saw that Fang Renzhu was still sitting in her original position eating tea unhurriedly, and sneered in her heart, feeling that she might be able to win the championship today.

Zhao Xiu also stayed in place to type the draft, but he was typing, and he felt that he was not used to it, so he got up and walked to the table, chose a pen and paper on the edge, and took one of the papers to start the draft. She first wrote down the sentences she thought of, completed the framework of a seven-rule poem, and then slowly considered it from beginning to end, replaced it with rhyming words, filled in allusions, and changed some words that seemed too cliché to slightly rarer and more elegant, and pieced it together, and a poem was written.

Miss Fang Si approached her at some point, and saw at a glance that she was writing a mess on the paper, and there were a few simplified characters that she didn't recognize very well, so she didn't see what was written on it, so she covered her mouth with a handkerchief first, and said with a crisp and loud voice: "My sister is really not good at composing poems, what is the mess written on this paper?" My sister shouldn't have read seriously, right? I even wrote it wrong. ”

A few words attracted everyone's attention, Miss Liu was worried about the last four lines of poetry, holding a pen and thinking hard, when she heard the sound, she frowned and looked over, with a displeased face.

Zhao Xiu looked sideways at Fang Si: "Your poem has already been written?" Fang Si blinked: "I was about to write." Zhao Xiu smiled: "So you're very idle?" Look around at what other people are writing? ”

These words had the meaning of sarcastic Fang Si peeking at other people's ideas, she suddenly blushed, biting her lip with a handkerchief in her hand, and mouthing: "You...... You ...... for a long time, and you didn't say anything, stomped your feet, turned around and walked away.

Zhao Xiu was too lazy to worry about a little girl, although Miss Fang Si called her a sister, she was only an eleven or twelve-year-old child at best. is the same as everyone's ladies, Fang Si is obviously shallower than several sisters, cousins, and cousins, and he can't even do superficial work.

Zhao Xiu lowered his head and re-read his poem, changed two more words, and transcribed it on a clean piece of paper with hairpins. When she was done, she read it again to make sure there were no mistakes, and then handed it to the table where the incense was burned.

Cao Luo was sitting there, looking at the poem that Miss Liu had just written and sent, she looked admirable, and when she looked up and saw that Zhao Xiu had also written it, she was immediately surprised. Zhao Xiu smiled at her, lowered his head and whispered, "If you are interested, it is better to do it yourself, just treat it as practice." I wrote it and showed it to my grandmother. Cao Luo smiled at her gratefully.

Fang Renzhu also walked over with the poem manuscript and put it on the table: "You have all written?" It was Miss Liu and Zhao Xiu who asked.

Miss Liu smiled a little unnaturally, and snatched her poem manuscript: "Let me see my sister's masterpiece." "I quickly read her poem. The expression on his face was a little stiff, and he smiled very reluctantly and said, "It's really worthy of my sister, and today my sister will definitely win the championship again." ”

Fang Renzhu smiled faintly. But he reached out and picked up Zhao Xiu's poem, read it from beginning to end, and was a little surprised: "Although this one is coarsely written, the words are not gorgeous enough, but the idea is fresh." ”

Miss Liu was a little angry when she saw that she didn't read her poems, but she went to look at Zhao Xiu. Hearing her say this, she couldn't help it, and hurriedly came over to see what Zhao Xiu wrote.

Zhao Xiu's poems are not like others. Describe how beautiful the snowy night is, how the snow scene is, how the moonlight is, or how bleak and lonely the winter night is. In the poem, she describes a little story: It snowed last night. The moonlight after the snow is very beautiful. She sat on the head of the bed and looked at the moon, unconsciously fell asleep with the moonlight, flew to the Guanghan Palace in her dream, saw the white jade railing of the crystal palace, and the golden osmanthus tree and the snowy jade rabbit, Chang'e plucked the strings, telling the grievances of thousands of years. She listened to the piano while tasting the immortal wine in the Moon Palace. I got drunk and waited until I woke up. It's already sunny outside the window.

The title of her poem, called Dream on a Snowy Night, is just inspired by Cao Luo's narration and combined with her own imagination. In terms of rhetoric, she is not as good as Renzhu and Miss Liu, but in terms of imagination, she surpasses them. Therefore, Fang Renzhu commented, saying that her idea was fresh.

Miss Liu is talented, and she also knows that Fang Renzhu's comment is fair, but she is even more uncomfortable, thinking that Zhao Xiu is only a short time later than her, in case no one else can beat Zhao Xiu, maybe she can compete with her for the top three positions, so she couldn't help but say: "The words are too simple in the end, and the topic is a snowy night, but what Miss Zhao wrote is a dream, it seems to be a little biased." ”

Fang Renzhu didn't have such an idea: "Since it's a snowy night, as long as it's related to the snowy night, what can't be written?" What's more, a dream? I don't think the poem is biased. She also said to Zhao Xiu: "Why do you have such a dream? I've never dreamed of flying into the sky. What does a concubine look like in the moon? Is it the same as in the play? ”

Zhao Xiu thought to herself, how could she answer? She is a person who has watched countless film and television works in modern times, and has read a lot of books on various mythological stories, and it is really not difficult to make up such a dream. But Fang Renzhu, as the daughter of the ancient eunuch family, usually does not go out of the door, and does not step out of the second door, except for books, or the usual narrative of the family, there are not many ways to contact the outside world, and she is young, no matter how talented she is, her brain hole is not as big as her. She could only say vaguely: "Dreaming, where is the way you want to do it?" I can't control it myself. ”

At this time, Fang Huizhu also finished her poem and came over: "What are you talking about? She smiled and groaned, and the first one picked up her sister's poem, read it, and nodded with a smile: "More and more profitable, the word 'glaze' is used well, the moon in the snowy night, isn't it the glazed palace?" Doesn't my sister still have half a poem, which she thought about last night? Why don't you continue it? Fang Renzhu silently turned her head to continue the poem, and Fang Huizhu turned to Miss Liu again: "What about my cousin's poem?" Miss Liu hurriedly offered it, and she praised it again: "It's really good, in my opinion, it's not worse than Renzhu's." ”

Miss Liu's mouth moved, but she still didn't speak, and at this time, everyone else also handed over the poems, and even the eight-year-old Fang Liu girl finished writing her own poem. The last one to hand it in was Fang Si. When the incense burned out, she hadn't finished writing, and Miss Liu Er shouted: "It's overtime, it's overtime!" She hurriedly said, "I've already done it, but I haven't had time to finish copying it, sisters and sisters, spare me this time." In the end, Fang Huizhu said magnanimously: "Why don't you hurry up and write?" If we finish our evaluation and you don't hand it in, you'll be punished. Fang Si breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly agreed, hurriedly writing in his hand.

After everyone commented on the poems of everyone except Zhao Xiu, Fang Si handed in his share, and then everyone commented again, by the way, in order, saying which person wrote which sentence was good and which word was used well. Zhao Xiu saw that they had forgotten about themselves, but he thought it was very interesting, so he sat on the side and supported his chin with his hands to watch how they spoke.

In the past, she worked behind closed doors, she didn't know what her level had reached, and she always felt a little bottomless in her heart, feeling that she must not be as good as these talented women from ancient scholars. It wasn't until today that she realized that she wasn't too bad. Even if he was born in a scholarly family. Not all girls have the talent to become poetess, and their parents will not train their daughters in this direction. Everyone just read the books that should be read according to the rules, and learned the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. You won't lose the face of the scholarly family outside, but the level of talent and skill is different. Most of them are not really talented women.

Zhao Xiu has read books for decades, and has read a lot of famous poems. Today, in her eyes, the poems are the best. In fact, it is Fang Renzhu, followed by Miss Liu, these two are people with aura in the poem. The difference is only in the amount of aura. Fang Renzhu is clear-minded, but Miss Liu is a little narrow-minded, her knowledge is shorter than Fang Renzhu, and the idea of poetry is not as good as her.

Further down. It's Fang Huizhu. It's not great, but you can't go wrong.

In the future, Fang Er Girl, Liu Er Girl, and Feng Xiuqin are all up and down, and Fang Sixth Girl is still young, only a little worse than them, but in a few years, she may grow to the point where she is far better than the three of them.

The worst score should be Fang Si. The writing is still a bit sloppy, and the two allusions are used a little stiffly. The rhetoric is not flashy. However, whether her expression today is at the usual normal level, Zhao Xiu does not dare to assert. It's a little curious, Cao Luo has been at the bottom of the poetry club every time, could it be that her level is worse than Fang Si?

As for Zhao Xiu herself, she felt that her level was probably between her and Fang Huizhu, and her proficiency might be worse than Fang Huizhu, but no matter how she looked at it, she was better than Fang Er, Liu Er, and Feng Xiuqin.

Zhao Xiu suddenly had a great confidence in himself.

Over there, the girls have already tasted the rankings, naturally Fang Renzhu won the championship, Miss Liu won the list, Fang Huizhu was Tanhua, and Fang Si fell to the end. Everyone gathered around to admire Fang Renzhu's poems, and they all praised her for her good work. Fang Renzhu raised his head in confusion: "Why did you miss Sister Zhao?" ”

Everyone paused, all a little embarrassed. Usually they hold poetry meetings, there are so many people, Cao Luo is the object of long-term neglect, and everyone has not taken her to heart. Today, I habitually evaluate it, but I forget about the new members.

Fang Si fell first, and because there was no Cao Luo to stand at the bottom for her, she was unhappy. She didn't believe that Zhao Xiu could write any good poems, and she also thought that Zhao Xiu couldn't even recognize all the words, and when she heard the poems of one person, she suddenly became happy: "That's right, Miss Zhao, quickly show your poems to the big guys, appreciate and appreciate them, and come to arrange a seat." ”

Zhao Xiu smiled calmly and handed her her the poem, she was about to laugh at two sentences, her eyes glanced at the poem, and she was stunned: What about those other words? Why not?

She was in a daze, when the second girl snatched away the poem manuscript and handed it to Fang Huizhu with a smile: "Sister's comments have always been the fairest." Fang Huizhu smiled, looked down at the poem, and the second girl Fang also leaned over to look at it together, and when she saw half of it, she smiled and said, "I actually used the word 'glaze' as well." The fifth sister uses these two words to be fresh, and others use them again, so they are inevitably suspicious of picking up people's teeth and wisdom, right? ”

Zhao Xiu looked at her with her eyes, and then looked at Fang Renzhu. Fang Renzhu was faintly annoyed: "Second sister, I wrote it at the same time as Sister Zhao, and she handed in the paper before me, who picked up whose tooth?" Second Miss Fang was a little sneering.

Fang Huizhu smiled and said to Zhao Xiu: "My sister turned out to be a talented girl, she was so modest at the beginning, but she deceived us so hard. ”

Zhao Xiu smiled: "I'm not lying to you, it's just that I'm at home on weekdays, and I've been studying with my grandmother, she always thinks that I can't write poetry well, how dare I boast outside?" ”

Fang Huizhu thought for a while: "Duchess Junnanjian, I heard that she is the daughter of the Zhang family of the famous family in Songjiang, and she is really scholarly, and she is extraordinary." She looked around at everyone: "Today's poetry meeting, Sister Zhao is above me, and the name of Tanhua should be obtained by her." ”

Miss Fang Er hurriedly said: "I think that the poems of Sister Zhao and Big Sister are not high or low, and they should occupy this position of exploring flowers." Why should the big sister be humble? ”

Fang Huizhu was about to say something, when she suddenly heard the girl outside panting and ran into the house to report: "Oh no! Girls, cousins, just a few uncles and wives received an urgent report from home, saying...... Miss Fang San...... Dead! ”

Everyone changed color in unison.

Zhao Xiu suddenly remembered, the third girl of the Fang family, wasn't that the one who was assigned to marry the Marquis of Shanyin? (To be continued......)

PS: This kind of plot is really not what I'm good at, and I won't dare to challenge it casually in the future......